August 3rd 2024
3:20 PM
Las Vegas, NV

"Thank you." I said walking past arena security. I took my All Access pass off from around my neck and dropped it into my purse. I walked a short distance, out of the security guard's view, to Suite 22, a box suite right above the 100 level.

Every arena has a Box Suite 22. They typically have around 75 suites spread across three levels, but 22 is a low enough number that it's always available wherever we go.

And every show that we can get away, that's where we meet.

"We have to hurry up. I told security not to let anyone in this area." I closed the door behind me quietly, then turned around, leaning against it.

"Mmmhmm."

I watch as he looks me up and down then smiles. He stands to his feet and walks over to me.

"Did you miss me?" he asked, his voice low and warm.

I nodded, a smile spreading across my face. "Always, Chris."

He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Good. Because—."

I don't wait for him to continue, I close the distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was familiar. The world outside the suite faded away, leaving just the two of us in our own private moment.

We kissed, softly at first, until it began to build in intensity. It became more urgent, more demanding. His arms encircled my waist and pulled me close. I felt the heat radiating off of his body, seeping into mine, and I wanted more.

I broke the kiss and I immediately began to pull up my dress as I walked over to the table in the middle of the suite. I learned on it palms down and anxiously waited for him.

I could hear him wrestling around behind me. First a belt buckle, then his pants.

"Come on, Chris. What's taking so long?" My breathing quickened with anticipation. I bit my lip, then looked back at him.

"My bad. They're ready for soundcheck. I'm trying to tell them to start without me."

I looked over my shoulder and saw he had his phone in one hand, and the other was slowly stroking his dick. My mouth watered at the sight but I rolled my eyes because I wanted him in me. I look forward to our time together. We don't get to do this everyday so when I'm able to I look forward to it.

He laid his phone on the table next to me and stepped closer behind me. I could feel the warmth of his skin on my ass. He placed his hands on my hips and his lips on my neck. He kissed a trail from the base of my neck to the spot right behind my ear. I closed my eyes, my body instantly reacting to him. I could feel myself getting wet.

He lightly sucked on my neck as he stroked himself. He lined his dick up with my entrance and began to stroke. He teased me with the tip. The feeling of his dick teasing me as it slides up and down my slit, was making me crazy. I push back into him and the head slips in. His breath hitches. I take a deep breath, then slowly exhale.

My back arched at the sudden fullness. The sound of our moans filled the air. The sensation was almost overwhelming. I could feel him slowly sliding in.

"Fuck!" I said as he pushed himself further into me.

"This still mine?" He asked, gripping my hips tighter.

"Yes!" I reach back and hold onto his neck.

"I love you so much." He grabbed my jaw and gently moved my face to face him. His tongue forced its way into my mouth. The kiss was intense and sloppy. At the same time, he moved slowly and easily. His thrusts were gentle, allowing me time to adjust. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

He grabbed my waist and held me steady as he fucked me from behind. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room. I tried to keep my voice down, but I couldn't stop myself from moaning.

"Chris... fuck, I missed this... missed you. Just like that. Please don't stop. Please don't stop. Fuck."

"I'm not, baby." He said grinding into me.

We both saw his phone light up on the table. Ant was calling.

"Shit, you gotta answer." I said picking up his phone, trying to give it to him. He took it and put it back down then ignored the call.

His breathing picked up and I knew he was getting close. He was pounding into me, harder and harder.
He stopped moving, when we both heard my phone now ringing.

"Fuuuuck!" I whined.

Chris handed me my phone. I took a couple of seconds to get myself together then I answered.

"What's up, Ant?" I put him on speaker.

"Have you seen Chris? We're all looking for him."

I exhale as if I'm frustrated. "He's gone again?"

"Yeah. They're about to start soundcheck and he isn't here." He said.

Chris leans down and begins kissing my neck. He slowly thrusts into me.

"Um, I don't know where he is but I'll check the bus. I'll call you back." I ended the call.

Chris laughs as he continues to pump in and out of me.

"We have to hurry up." I said.

He nods and moves his hips faster. He reached around me and began rubbing my clit.

"Ah! Yes! Just like that!" I moan.

We continue like that for a few minutes. I was so close. The combination of him inside of me, his fingers on my clit, and his soft kisses and bites on my neck is overwhelming.

Chris is breathing heavily in my ear and I can tell he is really close as well.

"I'm cuming in you." He said

"I'm about to cum!" I said gripping the table, cumming hard.

"Me too." He pushes in and holds. His dick twitches and his body shudders as he empties inside of me.
His body goes limp as he hovers over me with his hands resting on the table as well. He stood there still in me as his orgasm finished.

Once we both catch our breath, I move and his dick slides out of me.

"If we use condoms, the clean up will be so much easier." I pull a package of baby wipes out of my purse.

"Nah. I like the idea of nuttin in you and you can't do anything about it. Watching you work, knowing I'm in you, it's a turn on for sure." He smiles.

"And I like that no one knows anything about this." I said as I wiped myself clean, throwing my trash away. He did the same. "We might need to chill out on this going on though. We're starting to get a little sloppy. They shouldn't be looking for you."

"Yeah but when I need my baby, ima get my baby. How am I supposed to go on stage without you?"

"I know right." I laugh.

"You're my motivation. I need our time together before each show to charge. We ain't changing nothing. Maybe we can see each other a little earlier but I'm not stopping this. Plus there's only a couple dates left anyway."

"Okay, maybe I can add something to show day that no one will notice." I shrug. "I don't know. Ant notices everything though."

He laughs, "True." he said then he paused. "Or, maybe we should tell him."

"You know my rules." I said

"I know, but how long are we gonna keep this up?" He asked

"For as long as we can. I would like to keep my life as normal as possible. Publically being your girlfriend will ruin that."

"We can figure it out."

"You need to hurry and get on stage." I said, avoiding the conversation.

Chris pulled me close, placing his hands on my hips and looking me in the eyes.

"As soon as this tour is over we're gonna have a baby, okay?"

"Are you ready for a fourth? I don't want any of the shit that goes with it." I said.

"It'll be fine."

"BM#2 will try to murder me." I said, laughing. She's a piece of work.

"I'll handle her. No one is more consistent than you." He said

"If you wanna make things more serious between us, a baby isn't the way."

"I agree, but no one will suspect that I'm your baby father. We live completely different lives and you make sure you're never around me other than when business is involved. I want a baby with you." He said, "You know I ain't never bullshitted with you and same goes for you. I love you more than anyone."

"I'll think about it." I said. "You know the rules. I
always told you if we were to ever get serious that you would have to follow them."

"I know, and I think I'm ready for that."

My phone starts ringing again and I quickly answer.

"Sorry, Ant. He's not on the bus. I called and he didn't answer for me either. He's probably trying to get some peace before the show. He'll turn up. Call him again."
He doesn't respond, he just hangs up.

"Speaking of being ready, we have a break tomorrow, I think I'm gonna disappear. You down?" Chris asked.

"You know I'm always down but if you're trying to blow this up then I'm asking you to think about it hard because there's no going back. Both of our lives will change."

"Are you saying yes?" Chris smiles

"I can't say no." I said, smiling as well. "I'll drop my keys in your bag before the show is over."

He reaches for my hand. I willingly gave it to him. He brought my hand up to his cheek, lovingly rubbing it on my hand.

"I appreciate everything you do for me. No one has been as loyal to me as you over the years. Feeling like this the whole time we've been together makes this easier and I know this is supposed to happen like this."

"I know. I love you too."

He leaned forward and kissed my lips, pulling me into his arms. I could stay here with him forever, but that won't be possible. He has a show and I have a job.

We were interrupted by his phone ringing.

"You better go." I said before placing another kiss on his lips.

"I think we need to go again." He says looking down. I look down between us and see he's hard again.

"Chriiiisss?" I said irritated. He's going to get us caught.

"I know. I'm sorry. All this talk is doing something to be. I'll be quick."

I shake my head as I reach for my underwear and pull them down while he unbuttons his pants. I sit up on the table and wait for him. I can't believe he wants it again. This man is ridiculous.

He steps closer to me and we begin kissing. He quickly slipped inside of me and as soon as he started, he was already moving fast, trying to make this as quick as possible.

It was so intense and so fucking hot. I couldn't hold in my moans. He felt too good. I threw my head back and moaned loudly but not too loud. Didn't want anyone walking my the suite to hear us. Chris was like a wild animal, fucking me relentlessly. I liked when I got it like this. Straight to the point. We were both sweaty and panting, completely lost in each other. I wish we could stay longer.

We quickly came together. His dick twitched as he shot his cum deep inside me again. He was so passionate and intense. Chris held onto my hips, as he stayed in me, catching his breath.

Once we both calm down, he pulls out and immediately reaches for the baby wipes.

"Thank you." He said

"Yeah, yeah." Was my response.

Once we were finished cleaning up, he zipped up his pants. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead.

I smiled, as I closed my eyes, resting my head on his chest. We just stood there, in each other's embrace. I do love him so much. There's nothing in the world that could change that.

Then his phone vibrated and he reached down to get it. He looked at his phone, then looked up at me.

"Aight, Ant is threatening me." He laughs

"Just go."

"I love you." He said walking towards the door.

"I love you too, Chris."

He opened the door and he walked out, adjusting his shirt and pants. I wait a couple of seconds then I walk out in the opposite direction, the same way I came. I exhale a breath of relief as I hear them starting soundcheck a few minutes later.

So here's a little backstory, Chris and I do this often. We've been doing this for years now. 6 years to be exact. We sneak away for a few minutes to get some alone time. I love it because no one, and I mean absolutely no one knows about us, but us, and I love that part.

Chris and I are both content with our relationship. Chris is secretly my man and I like it that way. Of course we've developed feelings for each other over the years, so much that we tell each other we love the other one. I do love him and I know he loves me.

We have a business relationship as well. I'm his tour manager. We've been working together for 10 years, and as far as everyone is concerned, there's no link other than that. I love my job and I love working for him. Business is always first and honestly it's made things better for us. This friendship is our foundation.

As far as him "disappearing", sometimes when Chris gets breaks he likes to disappear from everyone on the tour and do his own thing. Which is understandable. Sometimes he might stay in the city he's in and sometimes he goes on to the next city but it's just a way for him to get his alone time. I always know where he is and sometimes Ant knows. Sometimes I go with him and sometimes he takes whoever he's fucking at the time.

Our arrangement works for us while he's on tour. We're currently in Vegas, and we have one more stop on the tour, our home, Los. Angeles. Usually he goes home but I have a feeling we're staying here in Vegas. We'll see.

********

I watched the entire run through of the show from the empty 100 level in the empty arena. I always try to keep my distance because I know my eyes will tell everything, which is why I'm always in sunglasses when I have to be close and other times, I'm right here. Far enough away where no one can read me.
I love watching him perform. It's one of my most favorite things ever. Being part of making it happen for everyone else makes me happy too. I love my job. I don't have to get into all the details about why I love Chris. It's obvious. He's a great person inside and out and I don't have to get into that.

I was fully engulfed in the performance when I looked to the left of the main floor and saw Ammika. I mentally rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. I honestly hate having to interact with her. She's a beautiful, sweet girl, but I believe she's a little lost, maybe blinded by what Chris had and what they could be—more so what she wants to be to him. Personally, I think she just wants to be a US citizen.

When I have to interact with her it's all smiles and fakeness. It's not that I don't like her, she's just a little odd to me. I respect her as his son's mother but that's it. I keep it simple. We're not friends, she's never tried to befriend me and I've never done it either. I've noticed she's weird about different women that's around them. Some of them kiss her ass to be her friend and those are the ones she gravitates to. The others don't talk to her and mind their business, that's me. I speak when spoken to, other than that, she's not a part of my life.

Soundcheck was coming to an end and I still had to conduct my showday meeting, so I got my notes together and rose to my feet to make my way to the sound booth. I needed to make sure everything was running smoothly.

*******

As the soundcheck ended, I stood in the sound booth with the engineer, ensuring everything was good with the equipment. Everything was fine.

I felt a little hand touch my hand and I looked down to see Aeko, Chris's son, standing beside me.

"Hi Ms. Chanel!" He said, smiling up at me.

"Hey!" I bent down and hugged him. His mother walked up a few seconds later. "Hey Ammika."

"Hello!" She said, "Aeko, I told you not to bother her."

"No. It's okay. He's always welcome." I smile at her.

When she looks away, I stick my tongue out at him and he giggles.

Ant walked into the booth. Oh shit, here we go.

"I need to borrow Ms. Chanel."

"I'm sure." She said, "Come on, Aeko. Let's go get you some food."

He follows his mother out of the sound booth and Ant takes his place next to me.

"What's up?" I asked.

"What the hell was up with you and Chris this afternoon? What were y'all doing?"

I laugh. "Me and Chris? Why would you ask that? That's a weird question to ask. I told you I didn't know where he was."

"I'm just wondering because he didn't show up to soundcheck until 15 minutes in and you were missing the whole time. It was the first time that I ever saw him late."

"So, y'all assume that because we're both late that we're together?"

"Well, yeah."

"Anthony, I have been with Chris for 10 years. Nothing has changed. We have a strictly business relationship. I'm actually very disappointed that you would think something like this. I'm always so professional. All of this..." I gesture at everything around us. "Wouldn't happen without me. I have shit to do with my day because if I don't do it, all of this will go to shit. It's fine that you're worried about your artist and why he's late but you're not gonna try to throw that blame on me because I was missing an action for a minute. And if you must know, there was an issue with the promoter so I had to take care of that. It would be nice if you just let me do my job and don't accuse me of stealing your artist."

I turn and walk out of the booth.

That was a close call. I laugh to myself. I didn't have to go off on him like that but whatever. Sometimes he deserves it.

*******

Chris was finishing the first half of the show. I had created my own little desk on top of one of the stage cases. This was something I've been doing for years because I found watching the show was a little unproductive if everything went right. I learned after a couple of years that I could try to get things done for the next show if possible. It creates less stress for me and things seem to move smoother for the next show.

I was at my makeshift desk backstage, sitting by the stairs leading to the stage. This is where I always sat just in case something happened, I'm always accessible and in the same spot. I was watching the show on the monitor and working on my laptop.

The arena was completely full and the energy was amazing. Chris was feeding off of the crowd. The way his face was lit up, the smile that was on his face was the most genuine thing. His smile makes me smile every time.

It was intermission. As soon as he left the stage, the music continued to play and his dancers took the stage. Chris made his way down the stairs and towards me. This was random as hell because he never does this. He's always so into whatever he's doing and people are all over him doing their job. But when he made a beeline my way, I just knew something had to be wrong.

Before he could reach me, I stood to my feet, looking around to see if anyone was watching. Of course, Ant was off in the distance looking directly at Chris. He's probably wondering what's going on too.

Once Chris got to me, I instantly started talking off his mic as if that's why he came to me.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "Ant is watching."

Chris looks around while letting me disconnect him. "You left your keys in my bag." He motions for someone to come over.

"Yes. The Gucci one." I stepped behind him, unhooking him from the pack. "Is there a problem?"

"Nah, it's all good." He says grabbing a water bottle from a stagehand.

I finally got him completely disconnected. "Why didn't you tell me your son and his mother were coming?"

"Last minute. They're going to LA though. It's always taken care of." He said with a smile. "You don't have to worry about anything."

"I would appreciate it if you didn't put me in awkward situations. I would like to know these things."

"I'm sorry." He bites his lip, looking down at me.
I look him in his eyes. God, he knows that drives me crazy.

"You should go. You need to change." I said.

He nodded and I took the audio equipment from him. I give the stagehand his equipment. He was supposed to get him unhooked anyway. I take a seat and pull out my phone. I wanted to make sure they got my room ready for me when I left here. I can't afford for anything to go wrong while I have Chris with me.

After a couple minutes Chris walks back over. He was changed into new clothes and looking refreshed. The stagehand mics him back up but before Chris went back on stage he looked back at me for a long couple of seconds.

Something is up.

The music begins to play, signaling the end of the intermission. He walks back on stage and he takes his place as the show resumes.

********

After the show, while Chris was having his meet & greets, I had to supervise the breakdown and packing of equipment. I also met with the venue to finalize financial settlements and collect payment. Then I had to make sure everyone's accommodations for the next city were handled. That took about an hour and a half. They wanted to stay in Vegas but we all thought it was better for them to go home and relax on their day off then come to the venue.

After most of my duties were done, I made my way to Chris's dressing room. They were still back there partying after the meet and greet. When I walked in, his three friends were lounging on the sofa, smoking and waiting for Chris. I don't particularly care for them, but I have to deal with them. They're his friends, and they watch out for him. If it were up to me, they'd be gone, but it's not up to me, so there's only so much I can say right now.

I knew Ammika was already on her way to California and after everyone showered and got dressed they were heading on as well.

"Ms. Chanel!" Hoody said with a big smile on his face. He is actually tolerable. He wasn't really bothering me much and sometimes he's fun to talk to.

"Hey y'all! Where's Chris?"

"Getting dressed." The other one said. That one I can't stand. His name is Sinko, and his brother is Bucko. I don't like this and I hate it when I'm even in their presence. Just ugh.

"Thanks, Sinko." I flash a fake smile and go to knock on the door.

Bucko extends his arm offering me his blunt and without hesitation I take it.

"What's this?" I asked, looking at it.

He laughs. "It's Chris's."

"Oh, okay." Cuz I'm not smoking anything I don't know what it is. They be a little iffy sometimes.
I take a much needed hit. This day is over, and I'm stressed as fuck.

Chris peeks his head through the door and when he sees me he smiles. "Come in." He steps back and opens the door more.

I walk in, closing the door behind me. He was putting on his clothes so at the time he only had on his underwear.

"You done with business?" He asks as he steps into his pants and pulls them up.

"Pretty much, just gotta make sure everything is on schedule but other than that I'm waiting on you." I passed him his blunt.

"Aight, give me a minute."

"You have my keys, I'll meet you at my car."
He grabs me by my waist and kisses me on the lips then whispers. "Make sure you ready for me."

I just smile and walk out but damn now he got me thinking about how I know how he's about to violate me is the most disrespectful way and I'm about to love every second of it.

After I left Chris's dressing room, I needed to make sure our business was done for the night. That took about 20 minutes. When I was done with that, I needed to make sure everyone was on the buses and heading out, which they were so I was done. I finally made my way out to my car.

When I got to my rental, he was already sitting in the passenger seat. How he manages to move around unnoticed sometimes baffles me.

I put my things in the backseat then got in the car.

"I told them you were in the back and didn't want to be bothered. Bout time they realize you're not there they will be back in LA. Then I'll tell them you decided to stay."

"Cool!" He said.

"But Anthony was accusing me of being the reason you were late to sound check."

"So? It's true." He said with a shrug.

"But he isn't supposed to know that. What does he know?" I asked.

"I haven't said anything to him and if he suspects something, why hasn't he said anything to me about it?"

"Chris, I don't know. It's obvious he thinks something is up so I'm sure he'll be trying to get down to the bottom of it."

"He need to let that shit go."

"I agree, but he won't. He's going to ask and ask until he gets an answer."

"I'll handle it tomorrow, baby." he places his hand on my knee. "I promise."

"Okay." I start the car.

"Where we going?" Chris asks

"Westgate resort. I have a timeshare with them and every time I come into town, I stay there because I get free rooms. No one is ever there. It's a super low key spot not many people know about." I reassured him.

"I ain't never heard of that shit. Let's go." He lays his seat back and closes his eyes.

Without saying anything else, I took us to Westgate, ten minutes away. I booked us a two bedroom villa. I felt it was needed just in case anything happened. I highly doubt anything would but I just like to think things all the way through and it's just a precaution.

We pull up to the resort, and I look at Chris. He pulls his hood up over his hat and gets out. I follow suit. He gets the luggage out of the car and sits it on the ground for the bellhop to put it on a luggage cart. The guy notices him but he doesn't say anything other than shaking his hand and escorting us to the front desk.

Once we get to the desk I give them my info, card and I get the info for our suite. As soon as we got inside Chris was all over me.

"Okay, calm down!" I said with a laugh. "I need to shower first."

Chris grabs me, wrapping his arms around me. He lifts my feet off the floor, and carries me to the master bedroom. I wrap my arms around his neck. I know what he wants and I want it too but the shower is calling my name.

"Chris, let me shower and after that I'm all yours."

"You promise?" He asked, placing a kiss on my neck.

"Yes." I pushed him off of me and sat up.

"And we need to finish our conversation about what we were talking about earlier." He stays laid out on the bed.

"We can have it now." I say. "You know being with me requires rules that you don't want to follow. Not that you've tried, but I know you. I let you do you because I know you need multiple women. I'm cool with how we are and I love how you treat me. I have zero complaints...getting serious with you will ruin us."

"Chanel, we're already serious. I tell you I love you all the time. I'm not playing around with you. It's been six years and I still feel the same way about you that I did back then. I told you, no one has been more consistent with me than you have and I value that. I value you and what we have. I only put up with all these other bitches because you don't want me."

I giggle a little. "I do want you, Chris. You know how much I love you—."

"Marry me then." He stands up and puts his hands on my hips.

"Chris—."

"We can do it tomorrow." He tries to convince me.

"We can't get married."

"Why not? I love you and you love me. I want to make this official." He said.

He's not understanding. Marrying him will be the biggest mistake we could ever make. I don't believe he's in a position to marry anyone. I mean, he is, but... I don't know. The only thing I know is that I can't marry him.

"We can make it official but we don't have to get married to do so. That's my compromise."

He shakes his head no. "I want you to be my wife."

"We need to be realistic." I said softly, trying to balance firmness with compassion. "Marriage is a big step, and it changes everything. What we have now works because we have clear boundaries. I'm afraid that getting married will blur those lines and create problems neither of us is ready for."

He doesn't say anything.

"Chris, you know I love you. But I also love the life we've built separately, the dynamic that works for us. Marriage might complicate that. We can still be together, still be committed, without a piece of paper." I explained

"You're really against this?"

"It's not that I'm against it, I just don't think either one of us is ready for it." I said

"When do you think you will be?"

"I don't know. Just like you don't know."

"That's why I think we should just do it. We can learn together. I'm serious about you Chanel."

"I know you are, Chris."

We stopped there in silence for a minute. I was contemplating the conversation. I had all these reasons not to but I started to think about the reason we could. He's right we do love each other deeply. I have no doubt about that. I feel if he didn't want it he wouldn't let me go a long time ago.

Something came over me and I started to feel a shift. I mean would it be that bad? We really do love each other and there's nothing more that we could really do with this. We're both happy and what we have. Marriage is better than having a baby with him right now. I'm definitely not ready for that and all the drama that's gonna go along with it.

"You're considering it." He said with a smile. I hate that he knows me so well.

"I'm weighing my options."

"Let me fuck the answer into you." He gives me a devilish smile.

I laughed, "Shower first."

I quickly made my way to the bathroom and thankfully he didn't follow.

I don't know what to make of all this information. I'm happy he could come to this conclusion because I'm sure I'm not the only one who thought CB getting married was impossible, and then throw in it's going to be to me, is wild. We've had a good relationship so I guess it's not too far-fetched.

I took off my clothes, I turned on the water and waited until my desired temperature to get it. I thought long and hard, weighing out my pros and cons. Honestly not that many cons, the biggest was his appetite for different women. I think I can say he's pretty much satisfied with me since we've been together for six years, but you just never know with him sometimes. I don't wanna get cheated on and then marrying him would have been for nothing. Another thing that is a con is I feel like my privacy would be taken and I would be the target of a lot of hate. If I was to have to deal with him, I would have to deal with that and I'm not sold on that.

Why did he have to spring this bullshit up on me.

*

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